This week was my first week in my position volunteering at the hospital. I was on my way to the hospital, feeling anxious about how the next four hours would go, and I panicked as I realized I forgot one very crucial item: my badge, which is how I gain entry to parts of the hospital where only personnel are allowed, as well as a token of my status at the hospital. I considered going back to get it, but that would’ve made me very late, so I decided to keep going and see what would happen. I arrived, and took the elevator up to the fifth floor where the NICU was located, but I got a little lost on the way since I took a different elevator than before, and had to ask a doctor to guide me to where I would be working. She was so friendly, and was happy to hear that it was my first day volunteering, as many people in hospital were, and got me into the lounge with her badge, wishing me well. As the day went on, I learned about my duties from a young woman who was working before me named Camilla. She seemed to be a student, and sat working on her laptop in the lounge throughout my shift, giving me guidance when I wasn’t sure what to do. I couldn’t have made it through the day without her. I had to face failure throughout the day, as I’m sure is common for anyone on their first day of a job or task. Whether it was forgetting my badge, getting lost (both on the way up to my job and to and from lunch), or being unsure of myself as I allowed visitors into the NICU, failure was a theme of the day for me, but I’m glad it was. Failure has been one of the scariest things to me in the past. Perfection is something I’ve chased my whole life, and I’ve only recently started accepting that failure is inevitable, and that is completely okay. My family has put a huge amount of pressure on me, but it is because I have created expectations for myself that led them to do so. I’m sure they would be glad to hear about the failures of my first day, and be even more happy to hear how I overcame them. Without making the mistakes I did, I wouldn’t have gained as much experience or gained more confidence in the hospital, and I’m looking forward to going back next week.
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Candela
12/19/2016 07:30:27 am
I am proud of you. You made it through without dying. Quite the accomplishment. :) I hate when I am forgetful, too, but I am glad you decided to continue to drive instead of be late. It is also nice when you have that one person who can help you. For you, it was Camilia.
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1/13/2017 10:36:28 am
Woah! that is nerve wrecking going to a new place and forgetting your badge. You don't know how everyone is going to react to that.But, It's good they were nice!
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Natalie S.I am a senior at Lake Shore High School and I go to Macomb Community College through the Early College program. I play volleyball, basketball, and softball, and I will play softball at Hillsdale College next year. Archives
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